2, early winter, not as sacred and solemn as winter, not as golden autumn to give people the joy of harvest, however, it carries a different beauty, let me be fond of. It makes me think of the warmth of the sun, make people think of bright smile and vigorous youth. Winter represents the need for a life experience, the stubbornness of life in the difficult days of faith. In fact, it is only after experiencing wither and glory, heat and cool that it presents an absolutely beautiful rhythm. The early winter in front of us is a different kind of flavor, a different kind of poetry.
3, poplar tree upright upward, green leaves in the beginning of the yellowing leaves dotted, seems to be only the feeling of early fall. Roadside French sycamore yellow leaves up, the wind rose, drifted down a few pieces, but also just the meaning of the autumn wind sweeping down the leaves. Street Park in the acacia, the head is still on top of the strange green hat, looks still so spirited; a pomegranate tree, has been full of golden, sparse leaves are also dotted with a few red face, open mouth smile pomegranate, as if in the improvement of people's state of mind and happy.
4, early winter, looking at the sparse foliage of the orchard, thinking of fruit farmers full of cellar to be sold fruit, the confusion of the fall suddenly attacked the mind; looking at the green wheat fields, thinking of next year's heavy wheat, a harvest scene in front of us, the confusion of the fall suddenly no trace.
5, early winter, West Jianyang spring morning is beautiful. Distant mountains, near the village are covered with a layer of thick smoke. After the sun, the ground frozen overnight frost, began to dissolve, bubbling hot. On the stalks of grain, on the haystacks, the heat rose slowly, while the smoke from the cooking fires was like a thin veil wrapped around the tops of the trees. The earth was bright, and meeting the avenue a double-set wagon, galloped into the village.
6, the first rain of early winter, last night without realizing it fell. It has been raining until now there is no intention to stop. The rain's silky coolness makes people feel the coldness of winter. The rain put the pale, the world of the depression has become smoke and rain, can not see the sky dome also can not see the earth. Only so yellow leaves floating in those smoky rain.
7, some people say that early winter is gray, because at this time, the whole city over the sky is always gray, no sunshine, no vitality; also said it is yellow, there is no spring and summer scenery in the fields, only after the harvest left a large area of withered yellow; there are also said that this is an uncomfortable season, there is no spring, no summer heat, no autumn passion, and even less cold winter completely. But who would have thought that this is a season that makes people uncomfortable, without the vigor of spring, without the fire of summer, and without the passion of autumn? But who would have thought that this is a season of transition, its mission is to let people gradually adapt from the warmth of nostalgia, which is like a person from the comfort of the process of slowly moving towards the ordeal, which brings people to the prelude to the advent of winter.
8, day after day, October finally passed by, this is a continuous gray and gloomy days, the wind stopped, only to re-introduce a more dusky dense clouds of fluttering ...... wind has rolled away the leaves under the gray sky, the naked countryside, only deep and long silence, which silence swept over the cries of the crows, the Report of a bitterly cold winter.
9. Perhaps this is the most beautiful fog I have ever seen in winter! Early winter mornings are always the most beautiful and dazzling! That's a priceless treasure that belongs to me, a treasure that will always belong only to me, and of course I'm willing to enjoy it with everyone ****! No matter how confusing and dark the road ahead is, you have to have faith that you will be able to walk on it! So that you can push through the layer of "veil" in your heart. Try to find the most beautiful scenery in your heart! Just like the early winter morning!
10, the moon in early winter, very early in the water color sprinkled on the street, the faint string of the moon halo, only a little bit of hanging in the branches, that the rest of the, not with no fall hanging, and eventually fell. Fell to the ground and smashed to pieces, tassel-like to overflow, in the night to flow, making the city full of the moon's fragrance.
11, the campus in early winter, no matter to the blue and white sky, or towards the weakened trees far away, this is the bleak wind caressing the picture, always smeared with a layer of thick coolness. A solemn, afternoon even from the clouds could not shoot a ray of sunshine, the sky gray, just short of snow drifts. Early winter campus, has not yet rid of the bleakness of late fall, but also can not inherit the joy of the harvest to bring the gene. It already has the solemnity of late winter, quietly interpreting the metabolism of all things. -Describing the early winter of the good sentence good paragraph selection
12, the fog of early winter, in the blue sky, how holy ah! Look at the distant mountains on the high ground, completely hidden in the fog, the fog also wrapped around the mountain, like a delicate jade belt, gently don't in the mountains, but also to the mountains written on the majestic, solemn a few strokes, as if the mountains more than the past more quiet, the mountains in the woods are quiet, the mountains in the grass is also quiet, the mountains in the gurgling water is also quiet, the mountains are so silent, as if everything in the mountains are holding their breath to enjoy the morning fog! That pair of invisible hands gently caress.
13, we waved goodbye to the charming scenery of the autumn, gently stepped into the threshold of winter. Early winter is like a beautiful, noble princess, dancing her magical veil, sending gusts of biting cold wind.
14, the sky is gray, covering my vision. The distant pylons, the rolling hills, vaguely saw a few bright lights, like glow worms flickering. The skyscrapers, all in a hazy fog. Nothing could be seen clearly. The earth was immersed in the cold, early winter, and even the cars on the street were unreadable and blurry.
15. The morning of early winter is a beautiful, marvelous morning. Early in the morning, open the door, only to see everything in front of you are covered in a layer of misty veil, even the rising sun has hidden its bright and colorful face, leaving only a circle of red, confused through some red light.
16, the morning of early winter, a white fog, from a thin point of view, the fog has been frost. After the autumn wind pruning after the willow withered poplar, suddenly became powdered, elegant and attractive. The lake is vast, bubbling with white gas. The frosty sky sets off the nearby mountains more and more bright and quiet. Pathside grass, top layer of soft thick new frost, become so white and mysterious. The thousands of branches in front of me, was dry and hard as iron, no poetry, but overnight face new fresh, ting ting charming, quiet as a virgin. The thick even frost powder, reminds me of Lin Daiyu's innocence. I marveled more than just for this wonderful stroke of nature!
17, the early winter without the winter of the vegetation, only cold and dry winds blowing, and do not see the sunshine of the cloudy days, but it is beautiful, people began to dress up with beautiful warm winter clothes at the same time, but also beautify the early winter season. This season is not too cold, only in the morning the temperature is slightly lower, but the cold is quite spiritual, fresh air inhaled into the lungs, cool, cool, such as ice water refreshing lungs, because it is not yet in the winter's sake, flowers, plants and trees are still present in the late fall of the scene, not at all the feeling of winter to the people of the ragged and withering, the ground of the grass is still quite a spirit of a point of green, in this green, there are a few not afraid of the cold! The first time I saw the car, I saw the car, I saw the car, I saw the car, I saw the car, I saw the car.
18, early winter, the falling leaves, to see the falling leaves, the heart can not help but surge a burst of sadness. Autumn has gone, only a shell, in the pit of that hot desert, tumbling. The fallen leaves have passed away, but next spring it regains its vitality. The giant star loses its fall, but the waves of the Yangtze River push forward the previous waves and catch up with his footprints. How can people not be the same? In those days of debauchery, floating in the air. Early winter brings not the falling leaves, nor let you see it has passed away. It has lived an unremarkable, uninteresting life, but it is a new beginning for it. The wind was grimmer than ever, and I felt a chill sweeping through my body and mind, even though I was wearing two pieces.
19, winter is coming, the earth like a mother who has just given birth to, in the snow cover, tired to sleep, warm sunshine on it against the holy light. The wilderness is as silent as a lifeless picture, only the corner of the picture wafted a smoke, adding to the picture of the dynamic. The caravan transporting wheat straw across the field toward the paper mill under the smoke, leaving a string of whips and laughter on the long road.
20, can not tell whether it is early winter or late fall, December, the sun's gesture of joy, the memory of the cycle of seasons is not so smooth, the sun is also a kind of happiness, a kind of addictive comfort, the fingertips of the flow of the year entwined with thoughts, and the sun lingering, the more and more sleepy. The delicate little dog barking, natural sense of pleasure sublimation, the dead tree is also an old man, tears whimpered his upheaval. Light and shadow fade from the treetops to the water, through the love of sugar paper, light powder filled the sky. Evergreen plant string turn over the years, lonely things, leaning alone in the sky, rustling fall, worry about parting, forgetting about each other, who would like to be a piece of paper love and warmth, holding the other side of the years with the world. Dreaming of a dream, want to look forward to the idea, wind, frost, rain and snow, half a year cloud dream.